It's the fifteenth, which means the Blopathon is officially half over. (Kudos to Eden for choosing a month with 30 days, as 30 is soothingly decile and divisible, whereas 31 is prime and obstinate.) How're you feeling out there, Bloppernutters? Are you feeling the burn?
For me, there's a lot of good coming out of this exercise. It's conjuring wonderful memories of the brambles of my youth, when I wrote a panel cartoon every weekday for the college newspaper. Whenever Scribbler's Block had me by the short-and-curlies, my "process" involved 1) hanging out in the graphics office, 2) shotgunning cheap beer, and 3) throwing X-acto knives, ninja-style, at whatever was tacked to the back of the door. This poster was up for a long time, and I never went home without taking all four of them out with consecutive throws. I was good. I could have gone pro.
Blopping daily conjures that manic, mental nimbleness that I had back then, and the buzz has energized me. Before the Blopathon, for example, I used to pass out on the couch each night at around 9:30. Now, I'm a dynamo. I can often stay alert until 10:15.
The immediacy of daily blopping means I don't linger over posts nearly as much. I think it, I type it, and out it goes. And my prodigious inner censor is lying on the canvas, because I nailed him with a right cross.
Feels pretty good.
